I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite. I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite. I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite. I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite.
I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite. I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite. I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite. I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite.
I don't love you but I think I like you. Think I like you and I think you know. I don't want you but I do desire you. Do desire you and I won't let go.
I'm in the street yeah, Scrappy touchin' ev'rything. I'm in the mall, man Scrappy snatchin' ev'rything. When I'm in the club, catch me smokin', drinkin' ev'rything.
Witness the downfall of men. I wanna kill you for your land, I don't mean to kill the reactor. Linking in Japan, I am here, got the gangsta for all your chain chains.
Man, I'm talking about that six four rag top. Green, with the back racked. Everything mat black, caught it in a six pack. You know what the fuck it is and what I came to do.
[Chorus]. I was on the block picturing blocks at fifteen. I remember underage drinking at sixteen. Then my nuts in Cali banging at seventeen. Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything.
Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love. Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love. Sweeter than sugar. Sweeter than sugar. . Uh, follow me as I get high. And I ride in a car I just bought but I'll probably never drive.
Je rve de vie de boss, o pas de bus. Rien que dans la caisse, des basses. Que lon puisse tous, fuir la poisse. Quand elle passe, a pse lourd,. Trop de pisse, sur les murs plein de crasse,.
Yea, yea. Yea yea. Willy Northpole, B.O.B. . [Repeat: x2]. Yea, well I'm a. Hood dreamer. Hood dreamin' all of my life. I'm a dreamer. I can get my dream if I try.
With a full of trash straight to the ocean. All black Benz is slowly rolling. Head light's off don't be the chosen. Thinks it's a game then drop the token.
You can't push us around. (You can't push us around!). You can't push us around. (You can't push us around!). You can't push us around. (You can't push us around!).
Orlanda... fat-ass Honda. The homies! The homesssss. Now what we talkin 'bout, yo tell 'em. The homies! Heyyyyy. What we talkin 'bout, everybody lemme hear you say.
This jam I created will leave you devastated. And when I'm finished rockin you will appreciate it. The structure of this rhyme will reign supreme. To have a cut like this is a MC's dream.
Don't get close [x2]. . Fire from the flame from the depths of hell. When I grip the microphone I tend to rock well. Burning like the rays that shoot from the sun.
featuring Dayton Family. . Hahaha. 1998. Three 6 Mafia. Hooked up with the motherfuckin' Dayton Family. Are ya'll ready for us. Bring the pain. Bitch ya'll ain't ready for us.
The way things is looking I'ma see central booking. Eh yo Queens get the money. Ain't trying to see central booking, Oh shit. Dough boy in New York City.
Queens, New York. Flushing shit. (We back again). That's right. Yo. . Sour smoke out the nasal. The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil. Sistine Chapel rapper, I'm here to blaze you.
[ VERSE 1 ]. South Central. The home of true gangstas. Down for all when I proachin by a stranger. we chill although my girl gets mad at me. She has to understand S.C.C. is family.
[ Havoc ]. Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.. I only got three words to say:. South - Central - Madness. . [ Prode'je ]. Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters mob for life.